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amichanWhile Peeta opened the tubs of frosting and laid them out on top of the dresser in the room that served as his bedroom in the tribute center the others pushed his bed against the far wall and laid sheets down on the floor that they'd stripped from his bed and Katniss'. Johanna stripped off the rest of her clothes and laid down on the floor given they had been through Capitol prep she was clean shaven except for a small gingery brown triangle of pubic hair. She shook her head as though tossing her hair even though her hair was short and didn't move in that way. She pursed her lips towards Finnick and winked at him and then stuck her tongue out at Katniss who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come on, Kittylips,” Johanna leaned her head back, “He's not going to paint your clothes. Avox lady!” she shouted.
“Her name is Lavinia,” Peeta remarked.
“Lavinia! Bring us the alcohol!”
“Seriously?” Katniss asked.
“Seriously, the Avox see much weirder, believe me,” Johanna rolled her eyes, “and nothing's really started yet.”
Dutifully the red-headed woman brought the remaining bottles into the room on a tray with the glass tumblers and set it down in the space on the dresser left free from frosting. She signed towards them.
“No, nothing else, thank you.” Finnick said.
Lavinia nodded pointed to the food dialer on the wall and a button by the door and then bowed her way out. Johanna poured liberal portions of three different bottles into one of the tumblers and gave it to Katniss, “Drink up,” she said, grinning, “Good for the nerves.”
Katniss treated her to a slight glare before taking a large gulp of the drink and striving to not pull a face at the strength of the drink. Johanna took one of the remaining bottles and took a drink from it and then offered it to Finnick before she flopped back down onto the floor like royalty waiting to be fed grapes.
Peeta went into the bathroom and came out with several towels and dropped them on the floor near Johanna, “Alright,” he said, “Who's going first?”
Johanna looked over at Katniss and patted the floor next to her, “It's your turn to start things off.”
“It was my idea!” Katniss said. She swallowed some more of the glass and then passed it to Finnick before sliding down on to the floor between the tributes from 4 and 7 and began to lift her shirt over her head. There was a half pause for a moment as it came up to the line of her breasts but she took an internal breath and then lifted it the rest of the way over her head. Her braid caught in the shirt and then flopped back down her back as the shirt was thrown on to the bed.
She felt a little self-conscious for the moment after that while Johanna had a tan and Finnick practically shone, Peeta was the pale white of the Merchant side she had the darker complexion of the Seam and that set her apart and was especially obvious now that she was shirtless in front of everyone with all her natural darkness but then she realized she wasn't being looked down on she was being admired. She had expected it from Peeta but at the same time had been afraid that once he saw her partly naked he would decide that he didn't actually want her after all, but now that neither Johanna nor Finnick was snarkily laughing at her but actually looking at her with desire she was...confused that was the word.
Peeta brought a few of the tubs of frosting down to the floor and a couple of the lids as well, and after asking and receiving a kiss in response to the question began to work on Katniss' stomach, mixing a few of the colors of frosting together wiping his hand on the towel in between taking shades out of the tubs so as not to cross contaminate a reddish brown color formed. Katniss found herself giggling here and there as his touch tickled. Johanna and Finnick curled around either side of Peeta to watch, and were then recruited to pass other colors Peeta lightened the brown here and there to add dappling and then to add a long patch along one side, a neck sprang up from the central mass going towards his fiancee's breast and then Peeta hesitated for a moment.
“I'm going to...”
“It's fine,” she said, blushing a little and, cautiously, worried that she might smudge something on her lower body moved his hand towards her breast and he painted the head of the animal.
“It's a deer!” Johanna said, “Well, a doe,” at Peeta's affirmation Finnick swiped a stripe of red frosting on Johanna's cheek. She countered with blue on his and then licked it off.
“Is it my turn next or Johanna's?” Finnick said, threatening her with a handful of green frosting.
“Are you sure you want more painting and not just a war?” Peeta asked.
“Both,” the both said.
“If you're going to be fighting I can't paint,” Peeta pointed out, “You need to be still for the work to be done.”
“Fine,” Johanna said. She lay down next to Katniss, licking her fingers where blue frosting remained.
Peeta held his hand out to Katniss to help her stand up. She kissed him deeply once she was standing, keeping her chest away from him so as not to smudge his creation and ran to the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. Finnick lay down close to Johanna. Peeta surveyed them deliberating a moment, and then put a large daub of blue and a large daub of white on one of the lids and partially mixed them giving himself a range of blue shades.
He began the blues around Finnick's waist line easily forming water and waves and then wiping off his hands picked up a separate lid and began looking at shades to begin forming something on Johanna when she saw him picking up some of the green she eyed him suspiciously, “No trees.”
“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said, “Did you see Mockingjays or fire on Katniss?”
“Come on, Kittylips,” Johanna leaned her head back, “He's not going to paint your clothes. Avox lady!” she shouted.
“Her name is Lavinia,” Peeta remarked.
“Lavinia! Bring us the alcohol!”
“Seriously?” Katniss asked.
“Seriously, the Avox see much weirder, believe me,” Johanna rolled her eyes, “and nothing's really started yet.”
Dutifully the red-headed woman brought the remaining bottles into the room on a tray with the glass tumblers and set it down in the space on the dresser left free from frosting. She signed towards them.
“No, nothing else, thank you.” Finnick said.
Lavinia nodded pointed to the food dialer on the wall and a button by the door and then bowed her way out. Johanna poured liberal portions of three different bottles into one of the tumblers and gave it to Katniss, “Drink up,” she said, grinning, “Good for the nerves.”
Katniss treated her to a slight glare before taking a large gulp of the drink and striving to not pull a face at the strength of the drink. Johanna took one of the remaining bottles and took a drink from it and then offered it to Finnick before she flopped back down onto the floor like royalty waiting to be fed grapes.
Peeta went into the bathroom and came out with several towels and dropped them on the floor near Johanna, “Alright,” he said, “Who's going first?”
Johanna looked over at Katniss and patted the floor next to her, “It's your turn to start things off.”
“It was my idea!” Katniss said. She swallowed some more of the glass and then passed it to Finnick before sliding down on to the floor between the tributes from 4 and 7 and began to lift her shirt over her head. There was a half pause for a moment as it came up to the line of her breasts but she took an internal breath and then lifted it the rest of the way over her head. Her braid caught in the shirt and then flopped back down her back as the shirt was thrown on to the bed.
She felt a little self-conscious for the moment after that while Johanna had a tan and Finnick practically shone, Peeta was the pale white of the Merchant side she had the darker complexion of the Seam and that set her apart and was especially obvious now that she was shirtless in front of everyone with all her natural darkness but then she realized she wasn't being looked down on she was being admired. She had expected it from Peeta but at the same time had been afraid that once he saw her partly naked he would decide that he didn't actually want her after all, but now that neither Johanna nor Finnick was snarkily laughing at her but actually looking at her with desire she was...confused that was the word.
Peeta brought a few of the tubs of frosting down to the floor and a couple of the lids as well, and after asking and receiving a kiss in response to the question began to work on Katniss' stomach, mixing a few of the colors of frosting together wiping his hand on the towel in between taking shades out of the tubs so as not to cross contaminate a reddish brown color formed. Katniss found herself giggling here and there as his touch tickled. Johanna and Finnick curled around either side of Peeta to watch, and were then recruited to pass other colors Peeta lightened the brown here and there to add dappling and then to add a long patch along one side, a neck sprang up from the central mass going towards his fiancee's breast and then Peeta hesitated for a moment.
“I'm going to...”
“It's fine,” she said, blushing a little and, cautiously, worried that she might smudge something on her lower body moved his hand towards her breast and he painted the head of the animal.
“It's a deer!” Johanna said, “Well, a doe,” at Peeta's affirmation Finnick swiped a stripe of red frosting on Johanna's cheek. She countered with blue on his and then licked it off.
“Is it my turn next or Johanna's?” Finnick said, threatening her with a handful of green frosting.
“Are you sure you want more painting and not just a war?” Peeta asked.
“Both,” the both said.
“If you're going to be fighting I can't paint,” Peeta pointed out, “You need to be still for the work to be done.”
“Fine,” Johanna said. She lay down next to Katniss, licking her fingers where blue frosting remained.
Peeta held his hand out to Katniss to help her stand up. She kissed him deeply once she was standing, keeping her chest away from him so as not to smudge his creation and ran to the bathroom to look at it in the mirror. Finnick lay down close to Johanna. Peeta surveyed them deliberating a moment, and then put a large daub of blue and a large daub of white on one of the lids and partially mixed them giving himself a range of blue shades.
He began the blues around Finnick's waist line easily forming water and waves and then wiping off his hands picked up a separate lid and began looking at shades to begin forming something on Johanna when she saw him picking up some of the green she eyed him suspiciously, “No trees.”
“I wouldn't dream of it,” he said, “Did you see Mockingjays or fire on Katniss?”